So it’s been just over a year since John Hughes passed away from a heart attack. To remember this fine filmmaker, I spent this past Friday watching some old John Hughes classics. In order of favorites, from least to most, here’s how I remembered John Hughes:
Sixteen Candles—OK, so Sixteen Candles isn’t exactly my cup of tea. The underlying premise of the movie creeps me out a smidge: senior heartthrob Jake Ryan wants a piece of Sam because he found a creepy survey thingie in which she said she’s most like to “do it” with him, thus putting him on a quest to see what her deal is. Also, her parents forget her birthday, which is terrible. Anthony Michael Hall’s adorable self, the sister’s muscle relaxer-filled wedding and foreign exchange student Long Duk Dong are what really keeps the movie going for me.
Pretty in Pink—while not topping the list, Pretty in Pink leaves no doubt why Molly Ringwald was America’s sweetheart in the 80’s. As a girl from (literally) the wrong side of the tracks trying to make it with her “Richie” boyfriend, Andie has you rooting for her the whole way. Even though John Hughes wanted her to end up with the nerdy, yet sweet best friend Duckie, test audiences got their way, and Andie went with Blaine (which, coincidentally, is the richest name in the world. Look it up.)
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off—Ferris comes in second by a hair. What I love most about this movie is it’s the stuff of pure fantasy; but with Ferris at the helm, it totally feels like it could happen to you. With Ferris, Cam and Sloan running a muck around Chicago on the best hooky day EVER, one scene stands out as being among the most memorable:
The Breakfast Club—What else could be the winner? This is by far my favorite John Hughes’/Brat Pack movie EVER. Although I largely find Claire to be Molly Ringwald’s most unlikeable character (especially compared to Andie and Sam!), I still love her to death, with all her snooty rich girl-ness. With Judd Nelson’s bad boy Bender, Emilio Estevez’s athletic Andrew, Ally Sheedy’s weirdo Allison and Anthony Michael Hall’s nerd Brian, this cast melds together so well, and the result is a classic film that’s above both reproach, and remake (I hope!)
Check out last year’s very sweet tribute from last year’s Oscar’s:
What’s your favorite Brat Pack/John Hughes movie? Do you agree with my ranking of these 4, or am I way off with my Sixteen Candles verdict?